#osaa x reader

[hahaimnotdeadyet]

[some F&H Termina Males X reader]

Warnings and Tags: English is not my native. Angst. Festival of Termina timeline, mention of drugs and violence, no pronouns used for reader

Daan never leaves your side. He's like a clingy old street cat, grumpy as hell, but always by your side. Grateful for steady pets, but scratches when you try to rub under his head or belly, to get under his skin, to drink his own sorrow. Too much, too intimate, just not yet, get. The Hell. Away.

But he lays his head on your shoulder, comforting himself.

Daan doesn't need your help to get through, just your presence here heals him bit by bit already.

Levi's hands tremble as he holds a gun. He trembles when his slim figure steps in front of yours to shield you from the dark of dungeon. He's a Duchshund - big heart in a small body. He's here to protect, to track down, to follow till his legs can't stand anymore. But he needs to be shielded too. To be held, to be pet, to be supported no matter how many times he takes the wrong way, how many times his hands shake trying to get another dose.

Marcoh never speaks up, never cares too much, never acts out of routine. But he's always here, always by your side, always eager to make it further through the city, like a Noble Deer to lead his pack. Someone to stand out, to provide piece and protection... But who's hands are covered with blood, not of competitors, but of someone who got with him in a fair fight. Not so noble anymore? And you still trust him with your life?

His hands tighten around someone's neck till they can't breathe anymore, only to let you breath and be safe one more day. Fair price, he decides as he leads you further through the city, to the tower.

O'saa doesn't let you get closer to his territory. He observes you from afar, like a goshawk, not letting you cross the border. You might, just to help in a fight or to exchange knowledge, but after that he'll leave to his private zone to rest, to sleep and to go hunting again. With you again? Nice, abnormally nice... He even might get used to it. To cover huge distances with someone by his side.

You both circle the city, taking out civilians with precision and avoiding unnecessary battles. Yes, he's really getting used to having someone watching his back.

[dadsbongos]

confessional

528 words / warnings - he watches you jerk off, sacrelige

summary - hiding in a confessional, O'saa never imagined he'd do something as depraved as this.

kinktober: day six - voyeurism ~~~

So far, the Termina festival has caused O’saa nothing but a headache -- one consistent, feverish hammering behind his temples that only grows stronger as more blood crusts the cobblestone outside. With no desire for winning, he settled on cooping himself in the church -- after all, who’s so devilish as to desecrate a church?

Especially the confessional. 

O’saa has been hoarding himself in the dusty space for hours without interruption. He lays against the paneling behind him with legs straight out, pressed hard against the latched door. Arms folded and head back, lashes kissing his cheeks. 

Outside his haven booth wind whistles through broken glass windows and madmen shriek in the streets. None of that is his problem, really. 

Until the double doors squeak. Footsteps creep up the moldy center carpet. Veering, thankfully, directly toward the opposite side of the booth before slipping inside. The leather seat squeaks from the other end of the metal shutter. A lofty sigh follows, and O’saa can just barely make out the shadow slumping against the back wall. Despite not sensing erratic malevolence from whoever’s behind the silvery barrier, O’saa chooses to maintain silence. A basic precaution.

Which he immediately contradicts by silently creeping closer to the separation, peering through to find… the especially pretty face from the train. The one that slept longest yet left first after Karin. Perhaps strangely, he watches with utmost interest as the nameless fellow contestant sighs a second time.

He should’ve made his presence known when he recognized them. But that misstep is nothing compared to the fact he isn’t making himself known now -- when you’re skimming fingers beneath the band of your pants.

The seat squeals beneath you, jaw hanging open as you let out honeyed sighs, hand jerking unseen at your crotch.

Free hand stretching up beneath your hanging shirt, torn at the hem to form a makeshift bandage around your wrist. A sick flash bolts through O’saa’s head -- something primal and outrageous despite the fact dried blood blackens your skin.

He wants to be the one with his hand down your pants. When he really focuses, he can carve your pretty face morphing around pleasure and he can hear your breath hitching in your throat. O’saa strains his ears, daring closer to the dark shutter to test if he can hear the wet clicks as you flick your wrist.

He has to gnaw his bottom lip at the sound. Palming over his own groin, feeling himself swell beneath baggy sunshine fabric. 

Loud breaths echo, wafting back into his face as he leers against cold metal. Your head bangs into the wood behind you, chest erupting with a broken moan. Arm vigorously stroking -- clouded by shadows and your pants. Squeals untethered, no doubt only a product of the fact that you think you’re alone.

You’re not.

O’saa should leave. O’saa should’ve said something.

O’saa watches. He closes one eye to focus better, and he silently presses completely against the grate to observe. You tweak your nipple and timidly squeak. You mumble a name and if he really warps reality, he can pretend it was his -- squirming his own hand down his pants as you cum.

[weirdcreature82]

O'saa x GN Reader

Summary; You had seen an injured man in the tunnels of Prehevil, despite him saying he was fine, you had insisted to heal him. Now having him as a recruite, the two of you were in PRHVL bop club/bar. But, things didn't go too well..

WARNING; mention of Death, angst(?)

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After surviving through the first day in the terrifying, monster ridden town of Prehevil, you explored a strange underground place called Tunnel 1.

Once you reach the bottom, you find a man in bad condition. He was shot with a green arrow. It struck his right shoulder. After some back and forth, you convinced him to let you help, and now, you both rest in the Prehevil bop.

O’saa rubs his shoulder, that’s now wrapped it bandages. He sighs and looks at you. “I thought I’d feel better by now.” He thinks out loud. "Well, it looked like a magic arrow and of course you'd still hurt. I mean, the arrowhead sunk right into your skin. Almost like a Bullet, only that it didn't go fully through." You replied, looking down at your drink, swirling it a bit before you drank it.

The Yellow Mage didn't responde to your words, propably because you did have a point and didn't want to argue. His expression stoic and unchanged.

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The cloudy day turned into night.

You've decided to check O'saa's wound again, making sure it wasn't infected before bandaging them again.

The two of you found this shelter were you two can rest for the night. Though, you felt your own body numb, mind numb. Putting your hand on your head.

"Are you alright, Y/N?" O'saa asked, coming out from one of the rooms after checking all of them if they're safe. "No..i have a bad headache." You replied, sitting down on a chair. Suddenly, you are feeling horrible..your body aches like never before.

Something is growing inside you, something primal is trying to get out of your body..your body, you felt it bursting at its seams!

The last thing you saw was O'saa's shocked face for the first time, he tried to cover it up again before everything went blank in sight..

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Note; Ahh shit this was a bit hurried lmao, hope you guys liked it tho. Idk what else to put here.

[hahaimnotdeadyet]

Dear Arkansas Daughter [F&HT Males X Fem!Reader]

Warnings and Tags: English is not my native, Festival of Termina timeline, mention violence, guns, smoking

You with the dark curls

You tug the yellow material off O'saa's head as you stand together on the dust-heavy mattress, running your fingers through his curly hair. He lets out a rough, chest-heavy sigh, finally feeling the tension leave his body as your fingers skim over his scalp. You run your fingers through the curls and thick strands, not realizing you're humming a tune in tune with his raspy sighs.

You with the watercolored eyes

Henryk frowns slightly as he chops the vegetables into fine strips with practiced movements. A few strands of hair fall out of his hair, obscuring his eyes for a few moments, but soon he looks up at you. The candlelight that lights up the basement of the town hall catches his pale eyes as he watches your movements. Distracted by his actions, you almost forget that you should have been stirring the thick sauce the entire time.

You who bears all your teeth in every smile

Pav slowly takes out his gun and, grinning predatorily, without breaking eye contact, runs the barrel along the line of your jaw. He is not threatening, he is showing off, suddenly pressing his body into you, closer, rougher, he puts out his hand and shoots somewhere behind you, stunning you in one ear. That clanking sound somewhere behind you, that was instilling primal terror onto you, not allowing you to turn around all this , finally disappears. He grins at you again, in your face, so that you feel his warm breath on your face.

Says I can always hear you sing, I wanna hear you speak to me

August speaks in moralizing tones, he makes up legends, he tells things that have been covered by centuries of dust. He looks down on you while he says these things, you feel small and barely born next to him. The only thing you want is for him to really talk to you. Not pompously, not to the tune of ancient books, not as a mentor. But as a person.

While a stranger braids my hair back out on the street

Marcoh looks the same, the same as that young, ambitious man from the streets. But there is a gap between you and him in what you two have done. You look at him, so familiar, but those wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, that weariness in his face, make him a stranger. You look back at him when you pass by on the train, he catches your gaze, looks after you... and turns away to his reflection in the glass.

And while you were asleep, I was surely awake

Levi is shaking as he lies curled up on the flat floor of the basement kitchen. He shudders and occasionally thumps his head against the floor. The only thing you can do is put your hands under his shaking head, looking around for some kind of fabric. You run your fingers over his scalp to somehow ease his pain. To tell him he's not alone. And to shut him up when he breaks into convulsive screams and moans. If only the creatures upstairs don't notice you.

I was talking at a cigarette

There’s nothing left to say

Daan takes a long, heavy drag and exhales a cloud of thick, tart smoke at you. You inhale it. The smoke, Daan, the silence that has enveloped you. The cigarette in your hands has long since turned into a butt, the cooled filter staining your hands with ash. The man inhales, as if he has something to say, and the phrase fades away without ever being spoken. He drags on again. Each phrase disappears in a new drag. You don’t even try to speak anymore. You just ask him for another cigarette.

[dadsbongos]

Hi there, I hope you are having a good morning/afternoon/evening, can I request for some NSFW headcanons of O'saa from Fear and Hunger Termina, pretty please? 🥺🙏

O'saa is kind of a lazy cat when it comes to sex

prefers to receive and coo down at you as you please him, and happily rewards your effort with praise; all soft murmurs and careful fingers on your skin

also kind of sadistic though, he'll make you say or do embarrassing things just because it churns his butter

makes you touch yourself on public trains or go without underwear for a day just to tease you between the thighs

he, himself, would never let you tease him back because he's a little selfish that way but he's more than happy to reward you in orgasms once tucked away in privacy

despite his skewed view of pleasure, he does get deeply into his own emotions when it comes to you two

he revels in the familiarity and comfort: you cannot be disappointed in him or his body when you already know it

would only bring in a third to pay you extra attention, he gets more goon by watching you squirm and mewl

[hahaimnotdeadyet]

O'saa X Fem!Reader

Warnings and Tags: English is not my native, Festival of Termina timeline, mention violence, nsfw and death. I've just started the O'saa route, so that my little hc

O'saa looks at your figure sitting on the fallen tree at the corner of the camp. You fought bravely today, but your fighting capacity is obviously lacking in skills and stamina. Although, O'saa adores your will to survive and not to fall into stupid Per'Kele games. A clear mind is something you surprisingly managed to save in this damned place.

"Pussy"

He flinches when he hears the rancid voice.

"Yeah, you. I'm talking about you"

O'saa rolls his eyes and again concentrates on meditation, not paying attention to either the amulet made from the dried head of the magician nor you.

"Sitting here like shit, b-r-a-v-e magician"

O'saa tried to distract himself even harder. Gro-Goroth needs all of his thoughts. This prayer today must be special, so personal that God would respond to every call tomorrow, that he would taste every victim from every asymmetrical circle, that every word that escaped the lips of the O'saa would lead to inevitable death...

"You could just fuck her and not waste precious time right now"

O'saa mentally swears.

"It's not the Middle Ages now, she's not part of church, that's not appropriate" he patiently whispers, "so it would be much more pleasant for you to stay silent and let me..."

"Be a coward you always were?"

Man stands up to leave and talk in a quieter place where no one will pay attention to his twitching movements and quick glances in your direction.

"And what does that mean?"

The only thing O'saa barks as he stays in the dark of the trees.

"That you're a fucking pussy. You're wandering around the city alone like a proud bitch you're, but afraid to make a step towards a wench whose piggy glance makes your guts twist into knots. P u s s y."

"That's nonsense."

Voice laughs, mocking.

"When I was your age, men were Men. If Men met a girl who made him feel like a coward, he brought the head of her enemy as his wedding gift."

O'saa winces. Not at all as elegant as he was used to. Not something we'd like to do, for sure. Not that the voice is all wrong, but O'saa justifies his ridiculous attachment by saying that he's simply not that bad of a person. You haven't done anything wrong, and you're genuinely trying to survive. So what's so ridiculous about empathizing with you?

"Yeah, say the same about other Gro-Goroth bitch, the crazy one or the red head, yeah, sure"

O'saa pulls off his teeth.

"That's different. They can take care of themselves."

"Of course. And she needs a daddy, and she'll run to him to wipe her snot. Why didn't ya let the boxer do THAT? He could have brightened up her last couple of days here with his.."

"I'd prefer not to bring this topic up again." man interrupts, a tart blush spreads across his face, making his already bronze cheeks even more rosy.

"As you wish, baby boy."

O'saa looks tired. He is battered, barely able to stand, but still standing. His yellow robe has turned orange from streaks of dirt and blood, his curls are stuck to his wet forehead. A suspiciously bright spot is spreading across his chest.

One more. One more step.

Judging by his convulsing nostrils and trembling breathing, unnatural, abnormal, this battle has also broke him mentally.

He hopes Gro-Goroth saw it. From the beginning to the end.

He cannot take a full breath because of a nervous spasm.

He prays quietly, hoping that this is the end, because he cannot bear another battle.

And feels strength to make more steps as he sees your figure, running towards.

Daan and August are here too, so it'll be okay.

You rush to him, to catch his tall trembling figure. But barely can make it to him as you're stopped by his outstretched hands. He hands you something with dirty olive feathers.

Something disheveled and sticky.

Dark liquid drips down in heavy, sticky drops every time the man's figure sways. He holds on only by willpower.

You almost drop this thing as it reaches your palms because of how surprisingly heavy it is.

Two glassy dead eyes and a twisted smile look at you. Per'Kele.

"Th is. A gi-ift." is the last thing O'saa croaks a second before he finally blacks out.

"Blessing you, my Man."

[weirdcreature82]

O'saa x GN old friend Reader

Summary: the two of you were travel buddies ever since you two were little. Your parents new O'saa's parents, so, thats how you two met. Growing up together, doing stuff together, and even surviving the Festival of Termina! But, now, the two of you needed to go seperate ways. So, for lasts goodbye, the two of you went to a mountain in Abyssonia after arriving back..

Warning; none, just fluff.

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You always took pictures of either you two or just O'saa to have nice memories you two had. He always acts different around you, but was still dismissive in a way. Always catching a genuine laugh from him, which made you happy.

One day, you two traveled back to Abyssonia after the terror of the Termina Festival. O'saa throwing the floating wizard head; Nas'hrah to a nearest River before you two walked up a mountain.

You and O'saa were going to go in seperate ways now, meaning that you won't be seeing each other, so, now you two are trying to have fun together in your final moments together.

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CLICK, CLICK

You took another picture of O'saa, his back showing while there was a beautiful few infront; the sun slowly setting. The picture was beautiful, making you smile as O'saa was looking down of the mountain you two were standing on.

"Heh, still taking pictures i see?" O'saa silently chuckled, making you smile. "Well, yeah! I mean, i want to make this a memory forever." You said before slowly walking beside him, sitting down. You took a deep breath before looking at your camera.

"Hey..you sure you're going to be alright out there? Alone?" O'saa asked, a hint of.. worry in his voice. "Of course i will be alright, and you know me, i have a dagger by my pocket wherever i go whenever i am in danger." You replied softly, a smile plastered on your face as you looked at O'saa.

O'saa just looked into space, seeing his yellow eyes look forward, then down. "You know that i love you, right?" O'saa suddenly asked out of the blue, it shocked you. You've never heard him use the word Love once, well, maybe he did in the past without you noticing, but it was still surprising.

"I do know, and i too love you, hope you also stay safe.." you said, unsure what else to say. It was overwhelming for someone like O'saa; stoic and stern, suddenly say "i love you," but atleast it felt..honest from him.

The two of you sat there, sharing memories and laughing together, until it hit dark.

"Well i should get going, my train ride is at 11pm." You said, standing up, making O'saa automatically stand up too. You made sure you've got everything.

You felt the Yellow Mage hug you, tightly, making you hug back. Feeling a slight tremble from his body, as if holding back tears, well, it was sad leaving a childhood friend behind, but, things had to be done, and you needed to go back to your family.

Just then, you felt O'saa's lips touch you'rs, which surprised you, but, you didn't reject, and kiss him back.

Closing your eyes as you pulled yourself in. After a moment or two, you two seperated.

"Have a nice trip, my friend." O'saa said, his hands cupped on your cheeks, making you smile at him. "I hope i will have a nice trip, and maybe i can visit you if i got time." You replied, kissing his cheek.

"Can i...take you to the train stop?" O'saa asked, tilting his head to the side a bit. You nod in respondes, seeing a slight beaming glint in his eyes.

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[At the Train Station ]

It didn't take long enough before arriving at the train station in Abyssonia. You've made it just in time. Your train came as you looked at O'saa one last time, giving a peck on his lips.

"See you next time, S." You said, waving goodbye at him. "Goodbye, Y/N." O'saa replied, waving back as you entered the train.

Taking a seat near a window where it shows where O'saa stood, waving at him again before the train took off.

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Ten minutes went by, and you started to sketch on your diary after writing inside of it. There were small doodles O'saa made in the corners of the old pages, some say 'Look out for the Boogy man!," and some other silly stuff with a doodle next to it.

It made you smile softly to yourself, you really hoped to see him one day again..

Then, you looked outside, yawning and went to sleep. The train ride will be eight hours long anyways.

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I'll propably make a pt2 out of this since i like this story already, but yeah, thats all. And im sorry if i post too much of funger, its just that i love my boy O'saa but uhm yeah, hope ya enjoyed it!